Sunken gold

 

Abundant gold
thrown into the sea
sparkling in the crests of little waves-to-be
dazzling inside the curves of frothy swirls
A Midas has drowned
his regrets mirrored by the sky
A lone ship leaves amidst the scattered largesse
to search for its predestined fortune
it makes me want to weep.
©Reena Prasad 26th Jan 2013